Flames, Anyone?

[snapsforyou.livejournal.com]

Having spent the last week or so exploring this odd vessel, Roy is hardly surprised when he finally manages to get to the Sensoriums in one shot. Getting lost has become a part of his routine, but out of sheer determination he has figured Stacy's confusing hallways out.

He allows himself a small smile, a miniscule quirk of his lips in recognition of this small triumph against his captor. Pulling his gloves from the pocket of his greatcoat, he exhales steadily, loudly, his eyes narrowing as the room summons a series of moving targets in the shape of various creatures. He eyes one, internally forming an alchemic equation suited to large explosions, and dodges out of the way as it lunges at him. A snap is barely heard over the sounds of running feet, snarling, and the nearest set of targets explodes in a ball of flame directed from Roy's index finger.

As the room continually summons more targets for him to singe, his equations shift from explosions to slow burning flames to lakes of fire to something akin to lightning, a technique he was still perfecting.

A smirk blossoms, his telltale cockiness showing through as he incinerates yet another target.

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[crazychanger.livejournal.com]

"Mechanical. A sentient being made out of metal."
Does he really have to break it down for this organic? He would have thought every fleshie aboard the ship had gotten used to robots wandering around by now; all he had spoken to before now hadn't reacted in this way.

[snapsforyou.livejournal.com]

His eyes widen, and Roy looks totally gobsmacked for a long moment. "A sentient being... made of metal? But sentience is a faculty formed in organic beings with advanced central nervous systems; how can you create a... humanoid form with metal?" He pauses, blinking. "Is it some kind of advanced automail?"

[crazychanger.livejournal.com]

Automail?
"..I haff no idea vhat you are talking about," Blitzwing states flatly. "But I am certainly not vhotever zhis 'automail' stuff is. I am a Cybertronian; Cybertron is a planet populated entirely by sentient giant robots zhat transform, hence it is ze name of our species. And all Cybertronians haff advanced nervous systems-but it is wiring rather zan your fleshy easily-damaged neural pathvays."

[snapsforyou.livejournal.com]

Alchemists being scientists, Roy's urge to thoroughly examine this being's highly peculiar body is growing stronger by the millisecond. He shoves this to the back of his mind, though. "Automail is... a form of artificial limb replacement. Appendages comprised of durable metals, pneumatics and wiring."

[crazychanger.livejournal.com]

He might let you examine a cannon if you're nice. And don't try to burn him. Granted, it might not leave much of a mark, but still. The thought counts.
A slight smirk flashes on his faceplate. "I am not vezzy surprised," he remarks at last. "Vit' ze level of contact organics haff vit' machines, it vas only a matter of time before zhey started to integrate zhose parts into zheir bodies."